My Evening

My Evening

My evening

I walk in the door and remove my coat and shoes. Drag my heavy bag of work up the stairs. I walk into the bedroom and remove my many pieces of adornments. Brush the day’s hairspray out of my slowly growing hair. Pin it up in a loose bun with small pieces still falling out. Turn on the water and attempt to wash the day off my face in hopes of seeing the real me. Walk in to the bathroom and remove all of my man-made constrictions and step into the awaiting lavender bath. Breathing deeply I exhale my stresses of the day away.

Once I emerge from the scented waters I am a relaxed woman ready for the next challenge.

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Quick note…. writing more

Just a quick note, recently I’ve been writing more and I hope to have some of it posted on here soon.  There’s one short writing that I can’t wait to post but I have to make sure the timing it right.  It seems with the season of summer ending and fall inching itself back in my creativity levels soar.  Just the thought that soon the trees will be ablaze in bright oranges, reds and yellows make me want to get out my sketch pad, canvas, paints and cameras and hit the roads in look for the perfect or imperfect images.  Fall, Autumn the season of cool weather but warm hugging sweaters and beautiful landscapes.

So like I said I hope to start posting again, there will be no pattern to the madness just creative flow.  And if anyone has some good pointers on how to use Photoshop to create quote pictures, please let me know, I’ve been fighting with it!

Enjoy the weekend!

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9/11 12 years later, We still remember that day

Everyone remembers where they were today 12 years ago.

I was in band class, 3rd hour. Some upper classmen were quietly talking about it. The rest of us hadn’t heard yet. Then there was an announcement on the speaker system to the school, we sat in shock and disbelief.  After a couple of minutes Mr Booth told us to pull out ‘Tears in Heaven’. He opened the classroom doors so the music will flow into the hallways and classes around us. I think we all played that song with every ounce of compassion and sadness we had.

We all remember the rest of that day as a blur. Seemingly, a nightmarish dream. We relive it every year.

Never forgot those fallen.

Never forget those who took the call.

Never forgot those serving.

Never forget We are Strong and United.

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